forgotten luggage

I'm on a train journey with my childhood friend Nancy (a childhood friend). We need to make a connection to another train. Suddenly I realize that tonight is the night we have to get off of the train. I frantically gather my luggage, my things together. We have a small suite on the train and I have to pay like I am checking out of a hotel. This hotel is familiar. As I write this I remember that I have stayed here before, but that the hotel is on the side of a mountain in another dream.

So, I go to the counter and find out how much we owe. I go to the atm to get cash and return and pay off the bill. Now I really have to hurry to get my stuff together. When I return to our room I see that Nancy has already packed my things. I only need to get my sleeping bag, pad and other sleeping gear together. Done. And were at the station and we get off the train without a hitch. Now we are in a small village purchasing tickets for the next train. As we are getting ready to check our baggage I realize that I have left all my stuff that Nancy packed for me on the other train. It is all my clothing, everything besides my sleeping gear. My sweaters we're hanging to dry.

When does our connection train leave? Not until 2:30. I can get a taxi to take me to the original trains journey to get my stuff. I leave the train station and try to ask a child how to get a taxi. I mangle the Spanish and the boys starts laughing at me. I switch to English and I am surprised that the boy speaks perfect English. We're in Trujillo, Peru. I realize I know this place. He tells me to walk down 10 to 20 blocks there will be lots of taxis. "Which cross street?" He doesn't know. "Down by the Hotel de Turistas?" "Maybe, sometimes you can get a taxi there. Just walk down 10 to 20 blocks, you'll find one."

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